Last Saturday night (Sunday morning for anyone who wants to get
technical) was my favorite night of the year - the time change in the fall. Not
that I like the shorter days that follow but right at first, the time change is
great. Most people see the night as an opportunity to get more sleep. Not me.
Sleep is highly over-rated.
See, I’m a busy guy, working my regular job, taking care of things at
home, and writing. The writing is more than a full time job in itself. So, I
really look forward to having an extra hour - at home. It’s delightful to be
sitting at the computer, watching the time, waiting for the clock go from 1:59
to 1:00. A gift of time is one of the best there is. And I don’t want to spend
it sleeping - that is too unproductive. I have things to do!
I often wonder though, just how much extra work I actually get done.
With all the anticipation, paying more attention to the clock than to working,
probably not much. And then
afterwards, continually looking at the time for the next hour, things don’t
really improve. All these distractions make it difficult to concentrate. Could
it be that instead of gaining an hour, I actually lose two? Maybe.
Still, it seems like I have extra time. And in fact, a 25-hour
day is indeed longer than any other. (Unless you’re traveling across multiple
time zones in a westerly direction, really fast). I’m just not sure I get any
more accomplished in that 25-hour day than in a normal one. But, it makes me
happy to think I’m going to. And it’s still my favorite night of the year.
Of course, six months from now, I’ll be depressed. When the time
changes back. That’s my least favorite night of the year. Somehow, it’s not
quite as much fun seeing the clock skip an hour. A 23-hour day means less time
to work. I have to stay up an extra hour just to break even. But then, sleep is
highly over-rated.
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